DING DONG - OFB

M1OnTheBeat

Add a K to the O, get blammed

NatzGotTracks bitch

Listen up, yo

Sweet one’s telling they all rate my tunes

Then I brucked her back for the goons

And do balloons, get fried off fumes

SJ, he’ll be home soon

My family’s innocent, that’s true

Bando, I gotta know who’s who

And this West ting’s running her mouth

When I dick her down she calls me «boo»

Grip it, cock it, lean and pop it

Slap man bait with a pocket rocket

Boogie is tapped, he don’t have a conscience

Run off and split so the gang’s got options

B run North, you must be off it

Slap these shotguns, hide from coppers

I jump out tryna keep up conflicts

Straight white chap but you ain’t going doctors

I’m in the Nizz with one in the head

And if you run up get two in your head

Yo, all it takes is two in the ped

For me to pop up, blow two and you’re dead

This ding-dong ain’t got no revs

Hop off the moped, bare man do legs

I got beef with begs, shotty beats like skets

Tryna lift little man out his creps

Man done told you it’s the shotgun season

Grip it, squeeze it then repeat it

Eediat, see these gloves and they’re breezing

Catch up quick, ching him and leave him

This twelve guage went about two seasons

Hop Out Gang and I left him bleeding

Spot two man and they start receding

I got TM like Kel got Keenan

This .380 kicks off corn

That’s some small bells but you’ll still go missing

My whole squad’s on drilling, juice been spilling

I’m on a Nine pitch just chilling (In the Nine, in the Nine)

I dare a opp pop up, I’ll drill him

I’m a loose screw, everyday I’m sinning

Shawty wan' dig in, my hotline’s ringing

You know it’s money over women

Shh got shh, now girls don’t like us

Rise that wap, man slide and crash

Weren’t on your block when I came with the lighter

Circled for time, didn’t find no fags

Creeper’s chinger come longer than my arm

Swing that cheffs, get chopped in your hand

Fuck all the chingings and ride with waps

In the 10 o’clock news if the ting don’t jam

What you mean there’s no space in the ride?

Better squash man in or I’ll cancel the glide

On the fence, better pick your side

Cock it and jump out, won’t bang off ride

In the field, catch a man offside

No lie, back it out and rip off his Off-White

It’s on sight, on sight, don’t fight

Fifteen on hip, man’s swinging that tight

My aunty still telling me I’m bright

In the T house bagging up chocolate and white

This bad B on my line wan' pipe

Wan' pipe, I just give her to bro for the night

Never been in this shit for the stripes

I’m a loose cannon, hot headed, that’s right

SJ, my bro, my slime

Bro’s coming home soon, it’s a matter of time

Catch him, stab him

Do him and vanish

He slipped up, broski tried bun him

Caramel cutie, thick with a booty

Not really stubborn, she know she’s the baddest

I’m not just rapping, I’m really on badness

Two in a dots, double tap, bang it

Clap it, trip up, drop and get damaged

Even my baby knows I’m a savage

Rise and Tan him

Me and bro-bro in the back of ding-dong ganging

And that’s no capping

Free Kash, he got nicked for a cannon, he never was lacking

They run like faggots

Get caught, get hit, get chinged where your back is

I’m known as a savage

I was only fifteen when I slid with the handting